"Live, Live, Live"...

                  "Live, live, live"...
My lovely I'll try to live,
just because you asked me to..
I love the primitiveness in your words of love, it just suits me...
for I don't need big gestures you should know-it by now,
but I love those red petals, you scatter where I stand,
from the sun burnt to the cloud burst the night sands
,by the light house...those scars I touched and healed
Am writing once more to you,
letters that were never posted,
those unsung letters of a forgotten song..
to you am that woman, that loves you implicitly 
With no rhyme or reason , the woman 
 that listens to you and you to me,
and I love when you whisper...Jet'aime 
between the early spring... and the whispering river.
The nemesis of the night,
with vengeance in he's heart 
the silken hands and fire in his blood...
Waiting by the highway alone...
lonely by the shiny moon...
my best kisses to you, from here I listen... 
I listen to every word you say, 
I eat drink sleep, and dream.
your words in mind, disturbing me
when I can not sleep...the obsessiveness,
the utterances when you whisper between your lips and mine
and In your glorious eyes I utter...I'll try my darling, I'll try.